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GODFATHER ?
( Bounded By Honour. . . )
CHAPTER 20&21: THE LOVE YOU GIVE
By; Holland Cisca.
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The next day, Pablo woke up with no remembrance of what happened the previous night. Anastasia sighted him from afar as he approached from the opposite direction. He was walking with Iran by his side, on seeing Anastasia a warm smile played on his face.
Anastasia looked away, and she maintained the same gaze until she had passed him.
“Morning, Anastasia.” He greeted.
She ignored him, walking pass him.
He stops walking, turning to look at her. “Ana, you aren’t gonna reply my greeting?”
She stopped, also turning to him. “I’m not interested in your greeting.” She eyes him, walking away.
He looked at Iran, “What’s with her?” He asked.
Iran shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Pablo shakes his head, continuing his way to his father’s room. He opens the door, walking in.
Vito coughed, using a white handkerchief to cover his mouth, blood stained the handkerchief.
“Dad, are you alright?” He asked, walking towards him. “What’s going on?”
Vito squeezed the handkerchief, hiding the blood stain from him. “I’m fine. I’m fine, just the cold.” He lied.
“Are you. . .” He was interrupted by the sound of Vito’s cough.
Vito tried hiding the stain but Pablo was quick to see it. “Dad, you’re bleeding.”
“Yeah, it’s a normal thing. Every one bleeds, but I’ll be fine soon.” He said, forcing a smile on his face.
“Dad, you’re fu*king bleeding and you think that’s normal?” He yelled. “It’s getting worst, isn’t it?”
“Not really. Look, son, you said you’ll do some thing about my health and yes, you already are doing more than enough for me. I’m getting better, it’s just the cold. I’ll be fine.” He coughs.
“We have to do some thing about this. I have to tell Micheal and Fred about this or it gets too late.”
“Pablo, for God’s sake, can you for once listen to me? Your brothers mustn’t know about this, at least not yet. It’s not like I’m keeping it away from them forever, I have to make sure what I want is fulfilled first.”
“Please, don’t tell me it’s about taking over the empire.”
“Of course, it is.”
“We’re talking about your health first!” He yelled.
“And I am talking about the empire.”
“Dad, please. For d@mn sake let’s just be practical for once! You’re dying. You’re losing your life. Right now, the empire doesn’t matter, what matters the most is your health. . . your life.”
“My health and life has nothing to do with this. I’m old, Pablo, and not some kinda twelve years old lad.”
“You don’t understand, father.” He turns his back against him. “You don’t understand, do you?”
Vito stood up from the bed, walking to him. He places a hand on his shoulder, tapping it. “Stop worrying about me, son, and start worrying about yourself. The future. I’ll be taking my medications even though we both know that it isn’t gonna save my life. I’ll leave you to rest, and think about what we just discussed. I’ll be expecting a feedback tomorrow.” He taps his shoulder.
Pablo glared at his father with pity, pains filled in his heart, a tear tickled down his eyes. For so many reasons he was trying to help. For so many reasons he refuses to accept the offer.
He left the room.
*
“He almost R@PED me!” Anastasia snirled angrily, like she was staring directly at him. “You just can’t believe, he tore my gown in halves, and if I wasn’t strong enough, he could have grabbed me on his bed.”
“Oh my heavens! Are you for real, Ana?”
“Do I look like I’m exaggerating?”
“No, I meant. . . I’m just so surprised. I can’t believe he could do that. You know, he looks much responsible than his brothers.”
“That was the same thing I thought, but now I realize he’s ten times worster than they are. He’s just a chameleon.” She hissed.
“You know, we both know he was drunk last night. Maybe, he didn’t know when he did that and. . . we can’t judge yet.”
“I don’t know exactly why you’re trying to back him up.”
“I’m not backing him up, I’m just saying, we shouldn’t blame him. What happened last night was due to his drunkenness.”
“And I still don’t know why you’re being so concerned about the both of us. You desperately want us together as friends, don’t you?”
“Not just as friends, Ana, I want it to be more than just friends.” Clarabelle said.
“You know we can’t be what you want us to be, he is the son of an infamous mafia and I am only but a slave. Come on, Clara, it’s never gonna happen. And, don’t forget to return back to earth with your senses too.”
“I never left earth, Ana.”
“Having such high hopes proved you did.”
Anastasia laid on her bed, but couldn’t sleep. The incident of last night displayed in her mind. The thought of Pablo almost close to R@PE her was like a movie in her head, repeating over and over again.
She forgot she didn’t dilute the hot water for Vito’s shower and if he had touched it, screaming from the pains, what will she do?
She quickly left the room to Vito’s, luckily, he wasn’t in his room and the hot water wasn’t tampered with yet. She mixed the hot water with a cold one until it was normal.
“Phew!” She sighed. “You could have been dead, Ana. Thank your stars.”
She left the bathroom to leave when she saw Vito’s handkerchief on the floor. She bends to pick it up, but is shocked to see blood stains on it. She involuntarily let’s go of it, and it fell back to the ground.
She ran to the door to open it but it opened by itself, Vito walks in. Anastasia bowed her head, exiting immediately.
Vito was surprised at her new character. When he saw that his handkerchief was on the floor, he knew she must have seen it.
She ran to Pablo’s room to tell him what she had seen. She knocked on his door but he didn’t answer.
“Sir, it’s me, Anastasia.” Yet, she wasn’t getting any response from him. “I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t mean to act that way. I have some thing to tell you, and it’s concerning your father. I think he’s. . .”
